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Whatever you do, don’t just stop reaching out one day. Be mature enough to communicate, and kind enough to say hard truths about why.

Oh, so you’re arguing for no reason whatsoever. Alrighty, then.

It’s not an improvement to have sauce dripping down the handle of your spoon and onto your saucepan handle, or to make yet another hazard over the stove by wedging a spoon precariously into a handle hole. That’s my point. There are a million simpler ways to address this that don’t make a bigger problem. I find it stunning that you are too lazy to rinse an extra plate, but weirdly insistent on the least logical, awkward, and ridiculous way to avoid it. But hey, let your freak flag fly.

One of the ones I created in my mind. I’d live happily there until I died.

I’d argue that he’s overly attached. He doesn’t care about the ring any more than a mountain cares about clumate change, and for much the same reason.

He has a simple writing style? I tried reading his books a long time ago and found them overly wordy. Has he adapted?

Just use the dish you’re going to eat from if you’re really that lazy. This isn’t rocket science.

This only seems like a problem if you’ve never encountered an actual problem.

I used to feel abject terror constantly. But you can only feel that way so long before something breaks in you.

I’ve been blocking everyone with a stupid argument, and it feels great. If we’re really worried about this, just quarantine anyone with a high block rate.

Yet another example of a “lifehack” that makes someone feel smart, but is actually pretty stupidly “solving” a problem that doesn’t exist.

That isn’t “guts.” Overcoming being afraid of consequence is merely self interest mixed with lack of abstract thinking.

It doesn’t take guts to steal. Just an inability to think, a streak of laziness, and a large sense of entitlement.

Good and evil are like light and darkness. Evil pervades and fills all the space. But one candle can drive out evil.

I have both a handwritten and an online journal. Sometimes one or the other appeals more.

That is how I’d rather die anyways.

Tell my kids I love them, update my will, go to the redwood forest, and walk until I died.

Es macht mir fröh. Ich hoffe eines Tages weider zurück gehen.

Strangely German, because it makes me feel at home. Also a few of the British accents and languages, particularly Welsh, Scottish, and Northern England. I can only imagine that’s in my blood somehow.

If your stress is the kind that can be mitigated by a change of perspective, then it wasn’t significant stress to begin with.